On a Sunday bookended by ear-splitting distortion (No Age and Fucked Up at one end, My Bloody Valentine at the other), Sébastien Tellier was an oasis of funk and sex. After some minor technical difficulties sorted out by his band, the bearded Frenchman arrived wearing shades, a loose tunic and......
Sunday was a good day for the noiseniks. Coachella-goers who arrived early enough were greeted by boxes of complementary earplugs as they piled through the gate -- vital accessories for a My Bloody Valentine showing, but also for the early afternoon tent performances......
Out under the stars, Jenny Lewis' songs about God, love, family and travel sounded divine. Her coutry-tinged rock 'n' roll, even at its most bar-room raucous, gave the impression of a fireside gathering led by a counselor with a flair (and great talent) for the theatrical......
As the sun goes down on Day Two, TV On The Radio, last seen two years ago in the Gobi tent, stakes undeniable claim on the main stage. Underneath a backdrop of huge quilted banners, the band burns through "Wolf Like Me," with Dave Sitek and Kyp Malone in fine......
Buraka Som Sistema Gobi, 5:35 5:50 - 6:20 A sizeable crowd has gathered for Buraka Som Sistema in the Gobi tent, but the music hasn't started. Several men are running around the stage, chasing cables, jiggling things, playing music, stopping and starting again. The Portuguese band should have begun......
We are gathered on the roof of the Kress in Hollywood, four floors of elaborate clubby terrain beneath our feet, and above us, menacing gray clouds. It’s cold and Snoop Dogg is late by almost an hour. Down on the sidewalk, the doormen screen and wave through a slow line......
We members of the press are gathered on the roof of The Kress in Hollywood, four floors of elaborate clubby terrain beneath our feet, and menacing gray clouds above. It's cold and Snoop Dogg is late by almost an hour. Down on the sidewalk, the doormen are screening and waving......
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